C3 Don't turn back

The other one was sitting opposite him, his body as cold as ice. In his hands was a head that had been frozen beyond recognition. There was a smile on his face, and his lower body was frozen in ice. He had died from the cold.

When the carriage opened, a flower-like fragrance assaulted his nose. Uncle Liu's body shook and he fainted on the ground.

I may not be a medical examiner, but after seeing so much, I can more or less figure out how a corpse died.

We returned to the police station.

Qin Forensic Medicine was also shocked when he saw this scene.

When we arrived at the police station, the smell inside the carriage had basically disappeared. When I described this smell to Qin Forensic Medicine, he was completely confused: "Luo Sheng, why didn't I smell that smell?"

I opened my mouth and froze. I didn't know what to say. It was like a tape stuck in a shell.

Dr. Qin kindly suggested that I do an examination.

When he looked at me, his eyes were mostly pitiful. I must have felt like I'd gone crazy after a series of blows.

None of us came into contact with the carriage in the back. The living man and the two corpses were lying together, yet the two were dead. This matter attracted the attention of the Public Security Bureau.

The four corpses once again returned to Qin Forensic Medicine's workshop.

After Uncle Liu, Uncle Zhang and I finished recording the statement, we drove the empty spiritual car back to the funeral parlor.

The leader waited at the hotel entrance for a long time. He had long heard of this matter, and happily let Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu go on vacation for a week, but told me: "Luo Sheng, I know you have come into contact with this kind of thing before, and your heart is definitely not calm. But tonight, a incinerator broke down and Lin Jiang went back to your hometown three days ago. So, I can only let you go to the incinerator to clean it up, and this problem will be solved. "

When the Leader said this, Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu had already gone home. I was alone and had always lived in the unit's dormitory.

Thinking about the generous working conditions, I patted my chest and promised the leader, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

In the past, my father and I had cleaned up old incinerator.

However, there was one good thing about the old-fashioned incinerator. It was that there would be a space left at the bottom of the furnace where it could be pulled out using a hook or a broom.

This dust was mostly from the clothes of the deceased, so of course there would be some ashes left behind. Not all the ashes were taken away by the deceased's family members.

Aside from this dust, there were also some special items, such as gold ornaments. When some of the dead were burnt, the family members would often not clean up the items on the deceased's body. There would also be some golden lumps left behind after being incinerated at high temperatures.

When I was young, I followed my father to clean up the incinerator. What I loved to do the most was to find these golden lumps, which would allow us to make a small fortune.

I have never cleaned up this new type of incinerator before. This new type of incinerator, without a compartment, would not leave any dust and could only be slowly cleaned up.

This is just a cleaning job, but when I entered the incinerator, I almost vomited.

Originally, when the new incinerator was established, we had a look at it. That new incinerator, with white walls inside, was made from a special kind of brick. We don't know what kind of material it was, but it was especially smooth to the touch.

But now, the white wall had turned dim. There was a thick layer of oil on it, and on this layer of oil were some messy scratches.

I told myself over and over that these scratches were nothing more than the unconscious marks left by the bodies when they were burned, curled up by chemical reactions and left by fingernails.

But what if some of these scratches formed words?

When I looked carefully, I saw that some of the words were death, and some of them were murder.

My body even swayed a little, and at that moment I seemed to see a lot of people, in the crematorium, curled up in the flames of despair.

I slipped and fell to the ground. It hurt. For the sake of cleanliness, I was wearing boots and special clothes. I came here to clean up. The ground was covered with dust, but when I fell to the ground, I felt that something was stuck in my fart. As he pulled it out, he saw a small golden lock.

I beamed at the sight of the gold, and for a moment I forgot the fear that the words on the wall had brought to me. He excitedly stuffed the golden lock into his pocket and placed it on the ground. Then, he started to look around to see if there were any other items.

Sure enough, I found another gold ring. It was already burnt out of shape, and there was also a piece of cake that I couldn't tell what it was. I think it was some sort of gold bracelet.

As for everything else, there was nothing else.

After cleaning the floor, he found something to scrape the wall with. He scraped off all the grease on the wall. It was really disgusting. These things were the grease on a human's body. They could be said to be the legendary cadaveric oil.

I'm going to put them all away and start a fire.

Just as I was doing my best to clean up, I heard a voice suddenly come from behind me. "Luo Sheng."

I was so scared that I trembled. I turned my head around and saw that Uncle Zhang was staring at me with his eyes.

Uncle Zhang lived near the funeral home. He had a beautiful wife and a very cute child. Logically speaking, he should have been shocked today, so that he could return home to take a break. Why did he come to the funeral home in the middle of the night?

And what did it mean to suddenly appear behind me without making a sound?

"Luo Sheng," Uncle Zhang bared his white teeth at me. "Give me all the oil that you have collected."

"Mm? Ah?" I subconsciously agreed, but I quickly understood what Uncle Zhang meant. He was shocked and quickly shook his head, "This is not a good thing. It is too disgusting. I plan to burn it."

"Luo Sheng, I told you that these things are useful to me, you also know that I have severe rheumatism, causing me endless pain in rainy days. I recently found a Chinese medicine and gave me a prescription, so I need this medicine. Luo Sheng, I will give you two hundred yuan, just give me those things. "

When Uncle Zhang said this, his eyes were still fixed on his, making people panic. I felt that the old man had woken up in the middle of the night, and was thinking about all this, so my head must be numb, and there's something wrong with the people around, so I nodded towards Uncle Zhang: "If you say it like that, it'll kill me. How about this, I'll gift you everything. I don't need money."

After I finished cleaning, I gave all of the oil to Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang said with a smile on his face, "Luo Sheng, you're a good child. After you're done cleaning up, go home quickly.